Will Santa’s magic be enough, or will Ford and Hayes end up with nothing more than a lump of coal?
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Hayes Carter knows what he wants out of life — to be the best lawyer he can, to balance his work and home life and to please his Sir. This Christmas, he wants to belong to Sir for good.
Ford Rogan loves his boy, Hayes, but Ford’s not sure he’s relationship material. Hayes, though, makes him think otherwise. Then there’s that naughty Santa at the club… Submit and your wish will come true.
Can Santa, even a naughty one, grant their wishes? Will the magic of the season be enough, or will they end up with nothing more than a lump of coal?
Christmas Box (Christmas Magic)
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Copyright ©2017 Megan Slayer
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“What do you want for Christmas?” Ford Rogan stood tall and rolled his shoulders. He appraised his sub. “Hmm?”
Hayes Carter kept his head down as he knelt in front of Ford. “I want to be yours, Sir.”
“You do?” Ford grinned. Of the three subs he worked with, he preferred this boy. Hayes knew how to please him as much as he pleased Ford. He swept his gaze over Hayes. Before they played, he liked to set the tone and talk to his sub. Hayes was different. He could watch the sexy man all day and not get tired of him. “Tell me your safe word.”
“Legal brief.” Hayes shivered. “But I don’t want to use it.”
He’d always wondered why Hayes had chosen such an unorthodox safe word, but then again, there weren’t a whole lot of rules for their scenes. “You understand what will happen? If you trust me, I’ll make you fly and blow your mind. I trust you to tell me when you’ve reached your limits.”
“I trust you, Sir. Always.” He clasped his hands behind his back.
Ford ruffled Hayes’s black hair, then trailed his fingers down Hayes’s neck. Christmas hadn’t been far from his mind. He wasn’t sure why. Most of the time he could block out the holidays and other forces beyond the walls of the club. Not today. He focused on Hayes and locking the collar around Hayes’s neck. He affixed the leash to the D-ring. “Ready? Crawl.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Hayes settled on his hands and knees. He crawled on the floor beside Ford. His bare ass flexed as he moved.
Ford resisted the urge to swat him. Instead, he directed Hayes to the St. Andrew’s cross. “You’ve pleased me. On your feet.”
Hayes scrambled off the floor and stood against the cross. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Show me your ass.” Allowed the leash to drop down Hayes’s naked body, he picked up a clear glass butt plug. “I’m filling you.” He liked pushing Hayes’s limits, plus the glass always looked beautiful against Hayes’s skin.
Hayes grasped the open cuffs on the ends of the cross and stuck his ass out. He widened his stance. “I’ve been bad, Sir. I need you to punish me.”
“Have you?” He closed the cuffs around Hayes’s wrists, then dragged the plug down his sub’s back. “How bad?”
“I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” Hayes writhed. “I’ve thought about us playing more than once a week. I jacked off last night, and I imagined you were there.”
“Boy.” He shouldn’t be pleased, but he couldn’t help it. He’d been drawn to Hayes from the first time he’d seen the man and wanted him. He pumped lube into his hand, then smeared the lube between Hayes’s ass cheeks. Hayes writhed again and flexed. “Do you want this?”
“Please, Sir?” Hayes pulled against the cuffs.
“Eventually.” He pushed the head of the plug against Hayes’s hole. Once the plug moved past the tight ring of muscle and was buried in his sub’s ass, he kissed Hayes’s shoulder. Kissing his subs wasn’t his norm, but then Hayes wasn’t just any sub. He should’ve prepped Hayes more, but that was one of the things Hayes enjoyed — being used. “Don’t let that fall out.” He tapped the handle. “Understand, boy?”